"I am the kind of man who wants to watch the world burn
I hold the match that will spark it's destruction,
And burn out the liars, traitors, spies
That live under the protection of your name
Unfortunate, pathetic fools
They scorch the earth with fire from their mouths
I've felt your wrath
Let's explore mine
By sundown, you and I will be all that's left
If I'm to feel alone I'll make it that way
In the clutches of death,
I'll stand at the center circle of a burning town and smile
Unfortunate, pathetic fools
There will be a slaughter of those untrue
The fate of the world is held by the throat with my two hands"